Audrey (heir, as faithful readers well know, to an ownership interest in the global commonwealth), is on the floor, in the faded blue denim jeans, no longer rolled up since she has been growing, and her Audrey T-Shirt, with her name emblazoned over the Globe. Under it is the family motto, "Own Rule Save." Tutor, formerly Senior Dungeon Master to the Stars in Wealth Bondage, now Morals Tutor, to the World's Wealthiest Child, lounges on her bed, lanky legs extended in his black priest pants, his hairy arms protruding from his short sleeved, untucked shirt, something he got in a thrift shop, in a bold Hawaiian pattern, several sizes too large. He's reading Boethius, The Consolations of Philosophy. Audrey intent like a little maniac is making some crazy gestures with her fingers instructing Rex, who sits with with one ear cocked, quizzically, as if the concepts were just beyond his ken. "Audrey, what are you doing?," asks Tutor. "Teaching Rex about the five capitals." "What five capitals?" Audrey raises her fist with thumb up. "Audrey, who taught you this?" "Master Jack was teaching Momma." (Master Jack is Momma's most trusted advisor, with cultural fluency in both wealth and wisdom.) "OK, so what is the thumb?," asks Tutor. "Financial Capital!" "Right, like the five little piggies," says Tutor, "that big strong one went to market. What is the second one; did it get roast beef?" No, Silly, this one is my Intellectual Capital!" "Right, so what about the next one?" Audrey flips him the bird. "Did Master Jack do that? Show me how he did it." Audrey holds her hand out flat, turned toward him and merely waggles the middle finger, in a way that is not in the least suggestive. "This is my Social Capital." "Right, be careful not to stick it straight up. No, don't do it again. And the next one?" "I can't remember." "Maybe," Tutor probes, Physical Capital?" "I can't remember." "Ok, so what is the little finger?" "Spirituality!" shouts Audrey, turning her hand so the little finger is uppermost and wiggling furiously. "Master Jack says, 'We must keep our Spirituality uppermost as we plan our 100 year Dynasty! The thumb supports all the others!'" "Right," says Tutor, "and the Holy Spirit cried, 'wee, wee, wee, all the way home.....'" Audrey flips her hand up and down, wiggling and waggling; now Holy Spirit up, now Financial Capital. Then the other way around. Rex barks.
"Sweetie," says Tutor, "stop!" "Don't ever call me Sweetie!," Audrey admonishes him. "You know you can't. I will not allow it!" Audrey stands haughtily, arms akimbo, every inch a Queen to Be. (Not a Princess.) "I am sorry, kid. Now, where was Master Jack's other hand? Was it in his shirt like Napoleon, or what?" "I think it was behind his back." "OK, kid, stop, let me show you how it really is." Tutor stands up, and holds his right hand out relaxed and flat, by his side, extended. "This hand is the Holy Spirit. She lives in Eternity outside of time." He then extends the other hand out long by his side, fingers flat and together, palm forward. "This other hand is all living things, in the Temporal Realm, from greatest" (he wiggles his thumb) "to the least" (he wiggles his little finger). "The right hand is the Sacred; as she gives life and grace to us, so we give love and gifts to one another. We love one another as God loves us. We give to one another as God gives to us." Tutor places his two hands together in a steeple of prayer. "So Sacred and Profane, Flesh and Spirit, are warring opposites and yet one." He brings fingers together, interlaced, closing in the gesture of reverence, as if praying for his own redemption, a sinner, head bowed. Audrey has been mirroring his gestures, like an athlete of the spirit and flesh in training. But her animal energy is so high. Her mind is wandering. "Audrey, what else did Master Jack teach Momma?" Audrey is reaching for the figure eight rope chew toy. "He said we are on a Journey!" Audrey has now got Rex, his jaws clamped on the other end of the chew toy, and is beginning to torque her tightly muscled frame like an Olympian throwing the hammer. "Own!," Audrey intones, as Rex lifts off the floor, making a 360 degree circuit, paws outstretched. "Rule!" Audrey intones, as Rex, terrified, makes a second, faster circuit.
Tutor and Audrey communicate almost by telepathy. He knows what is coming. "Save!" Audrey intones as Rex is whipped round in the third and final circuit. Tutor leaps spreadeagled, three feet from the floor, blocking the open casement window as Audrey releases and Rex arcs from Time toward Eternity. Rex hits Tutor in the belly, knocking the wind out of him. They land in a panting, agonized, tangle on the floor, as Audrey piles on, shrieking her all-conquering Audrey berserker war whoop, like her red headed ancestors, led by their warrior queen, overwhelming a Roman Legion, at some far flung outpost in Gaul.
Enter Momma with iPad. "Damn it! See what you made me do? I was buying Panama, but you made me hit 'PA!"" She stabs her finger against the screen. See? What am I supposed to do with Pennsylvania? Jesus H. Christ, will you two keep it down in here just for once?"